Fool

I was born and raised as an eastern girl In a western world. I was told to choose, to choose to be What I chose to be. Speaking impartially, there doesn't Seem to be a place for me. But when I look inside, I find a place To run, to hide. I was born to love a distant land and A rising sun. I was born to love this green and pleasant Land. Which way Should I turn? 'Cause I seem to fall towards burning. But when I look inside, I find a place To cry, to fly, to die. You and I both Have rules now. You and I Think they were wrong now. Now I see the world as an ancient place, As a smiling face. I can choose to be what I want to Be if I choose to be. Speaking impartially, if the smile Grows cold without me, I know a secret place to cry, to fly, To die, to try. You know I'm burning in field now. You. Now I see the world as an ancient place, As a smiling face. Now I see the world as a place where I can run to hide to. Which way should I turn? 'Cause I seem to fall towards burning. But when I look inside, I find a place To try, to hide, to fly. You And I Both have rules now. You and I Think they were wrong now. You and I Both have rules now. You and I think they Were Wrong Now.